The western part of the city is often home to the poorer residents. Here there is a grunginess that permeates the town from the graffiti on the once cleaned brick buildings to the broken and unmaintained architecture. Crime runs high within the western half of town, making it the home of supernatural gangs of illicit activities. Such activities are rarely reported, however, and most residents are distrustful of individual's of authorities, and often let the powerful supernatural beings sort things out amongst themselves. Be careful wandering the Western streets after the sun falls.

What You'll Find Here

Black Market
Cull & Pistol
Noah's Ark

Black Market

Just like any city - Sacrosanct is not without it's deep, dark underbelly. Hidden in the graffiti-ridden streets of the West, behind closed warehouse doors, lies the Black Market. Forever moving, it's nearly impossible to find without knowing someone who knows someone. Anything you desire can be brought for a hefty price within the Black Market - be it drugs, weapons, or lives.

What You'll Find Here

Edge of the Circle

Cull & Pistol

Hidden within the dark alleyways of the Western Ward, Cull & Pistol is a dim, often smoky bar. With a small variety of bottled and craft beers, Cull & Pistol is a quaint little neighborhood joint. With its no-frills moto, the dingy bar offers little more than liquor, music from an old jukebox, and a few frequently occupied pool tables.

Bartender Raylin Chike

Noah's Ark

Resting upon the harbor, Noah's Ark (known simply as The Ark) is a sleek superyacht known both for its fight rings and recent...renovations, of sorts. Accessible from an entrance hidden in the shadows, The Ark is a veritable Were-playground that specializes in fighting tournaments for all creatures great and small. With both singles and doubles tournaments to compete in, the title of Ark Champion is hotly contested amongst the Were population. If anything illegal is going on in the city it's sure to be happening within the back rooms or behind the ring-side bar. Note: This is a Were only establishment. All other species will be swiftly escorted out.
Home of: Nightshade

Owner Aiden Tetradore

Co-owner Tobias Cain
Bar Manager Mira Ramos
Bartender Henry Tudor
Waitress Carolina Bedford


Within the turbulent industrial district lies this club. The warehouse doesn't look like much on the outside but it provides a memorable experience from the state of the art lighting, offbeat Victorian-inspired artwork, comfortable black leather lounges, and the infamous 'black light' room. There is a wide variety of alcohol that lines the shelves of both of the magical and ordinary variety. It is a common stomping ground for the supernatural who want to let loose and dance the night away to the music that floods the establishment. Humans are most welcome if they dare.

Owner Risque Voth

Manager Darcy Blackjack
Cats Aiden Tetradore
Cats Harlequin Westward

and i, your willing victim

Posted on November 14, 2021 by Carolina Grace Bedford
so say you'll stay with me tonight
I can't be alone with all that's on my mind

Her heart was still racing after her surprise as she left Tobi at the bar, in hindsight probably not the best idea seeing as he was still muttering a string of words about men in hats, how unimportant desks were, and why would anyone need to know how to write their name when he could say it, but lord only knew how he had left the man who had come to drop of the delivery. Her strides were quick but steady as she hurried down the plush carpeted hallways and spotted the source of the other Weres' distress with ease. Even without his jacket and hat she would have known he was out of place, largely only one type of Sacrosanct's magical community came to this place and a twitch of her nose with his scent wafting in on the wind told her he was no shifter. Still she met him with the same wide, welcoming smile as she did anyone and the relief he so visibly felt at her appearance almost made her chuckle, the Ark's second tended to have that effect on people. The southern girl couldn't resist teasing him just a touch, referencing the nickname that Tobias had saddled him with.

For a moment as his brows rose she felt a moment of concern that he wouldn't catch her sarcasm, sometimes it wasn't until people had spent some time around her that they learned to pick up on such things, but his quick response eased any worry. It seemed they shared a similar view of humor. She laughed light and easy in reply, "I see she had great aspirations for you! What a good son to live up to them so fully." That smile continuing to pull on her sweetheart lips as he refocused a bit back why he was presently on their doorstep, the van and matching hat seemingly there to reassure her, it certainly would be an elaborate ruse but Mira had warned her about a delivery so she didn't question it any further. Her head bobbing slightly before she thanked him for making the trip, though the outburst of noise from within the Ark's labyrinth seemed to grab his attention momentarily. Still his attention managed to drag back to her as he indicated that this was actually the second boat he had delivered to this month. Her brows rose slightly in surprise at the news, "Well then, you must be a professional at it by now."

The quip made only moments before his countenance darkened slightly, voice lowering as he inquired about the shaggy haired man who had first 'welcomed' him to the Ark. There was no helping the quiet giggle that left her at the idea of Tobias being in charge, though he held more than a little sway aboard the vessel he wasn't truly her boss though there was a chance he would disagree with that assessment. Her description of Tobi perhaps a bit lacking, but he was a unique individual that was hard to pin down I so many words and all she could do was offer reassurances that if he stayed with her she wouldn't let the panther eat him. His statement of faith in her amusing for other reasons she didn't dare go into. "Well, at least I'll say I tried."

She shot him a playful wink before quickly segueing into what he needed to get the job moving along. Her head bobbed as he listed off the details, stifling a laugh that verged on unladylike as he dared imply that Tobi might help them, a question the shaggy haired man put swiftly to bed. "I think we can handle it together, asking Tobias for help is something that should not be done lightly." Her voice lowered covertly as it trailed on before she moved to follow the man down the walkway and to his van, doors wide to display just how much work awaited them.

Internally groaning at the number of boxes withing, Tetradore never seemed to do anything small, she watched Desk-Man gesture at the various pieces and the best way to get the moved. At his evaluation of the man who was her boss she nodded in confirmation. "Yep, that's him. Like the finer... and larger things in life." Her dry tone expressing her lack of amusement at the irony of that in this particular moment. Chewing her lip before saying anything she might regret Carolina turned lightly on her heels and jogged off to quickly unlock and pry open those larger doors for their access. Returning to the van and the shaggy haired man wo waited now with one end of a large box still propped on the floor inside. Sighing she rolled up her sleeves slightly before grasping the other end of the package and glancing at her companion to let him know she was ready.

The fact that he chose to let her walk forward, forcing himself to back peddle their entire trip, was a small favor she appreciated more than he might know as they proceeded into the depths of the Ark. Luckily the interior of the luxurious vessel had wide hallways so navigating wasn't too hard as she indicated where to turn before she realized her lapse in manners. He seemed to almost falter in those steady steps as she inquired about his name, those deep sapphire eyes pulling to her own echoing the sentiment. Did so few people in his line of work care to ask? The one syllable name he provided easily remembered. "Sly it is then! Calling you Stupid Desk Man might get us some strange looks in public." Though she supposed the odds of ever seeing him again were slim, but still she had wanted to know.

In companionable silence they continued, that is until the reached the atrium and the large staircase that led up to Tet's office suites. Sly shot her an incredulous look that said she couldn't be serious, and the leopard couldn't resist the simper she offered him in response. "Oh, did I forget to mention the offices are on the fifth floor? Her voice thick with feigned innocence, mirrored by thick lashes from under which she blinked up at him. In answer his shoulders seemed to square in determination, that box expertly balanced as he shed his hat and tousled his own shaggy locks. He might give Tobi a run for his money, but she couldn't help but stare a bit... she was human after all, and he was easy on the eyes.

She waited patiently until he was ready to proceed, adjusting her own hold on things to better suit the uphill angle at which they now walked. So focused on not tripping and falling on her face or breaking Tetradore's new prize, she wasn't sure which would be worse, she hadn't realized how quiet it had been until Sly spoke up once more. Her hazel eyes pulled from the floor back up to him as she finally processed the question he had asked. Of course he wanted to know about the Ark, they didn't have visitors well... ever and even less of the non-were variety and even though what they did here was little secret there was always an air of mystery to the place. "Yep, and all that. Some fight nights are bigger than others. Think MMA with more teeth an claws."

Some nights the exhibitions were more show than battle, but they were always bloody; that is what most came to see at least. The further inquiry about what she did here would have made her laugh were it not followed by his comment about her lack of scars. That particular thought sobering her for a moment, but there was no way a stranger would know what that would bring to her mind. Quickly shrugging off those unwelcome memories she covered her momentary unease with a laugh. "Oh no, if I'm going a few rounds with someone I prefer it to be behind closed doors." That sardonic wit and innuendo so easily called upon to cover emotions she would rather not acknowledge, her humor perhaps always born from a place of keeping things from becoming too serious. Easier to laugh than dwell. "I work the bar here, I make more money with a smile and a bottle in my hand. Less mess too, well... most times." Which was true, rowdy crowds tended to drink well and tip better as the night went on.

"And how did you come to achieve your life-long dreams of delivering unwieldy furniture to the most inaccessible places of Sacrosanct?" Better to change the subject and shift the focus back to her new companion as well. Her feet finding a rhythm as they continued up the seemingly endless stairs, did they really have to do this seven more times? She wouldn't let Tetradore hear the end of this for weeks! When they finally reached the top the blonde released a sigh of relief, anything better than that uphill climb now. "It's just at the end of this corridor." She indicated the large double doors down the hallway, you literally couldn't miss them.

Carolina Grace Bedford.
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